As Emery had expected, there were little to no beasts roaming around. And the ones walking around were more or less weaklings.
At his current level of strength, he would need to find Class Nine threats minimum to have a meaningful fight or to test his strength.
Right now most of the beasts around were Class Tens and they wholly avoided them.
'Huh, I've grown quite strong. How many days has it been? It shouldn't be more than 14 days,'
It was still a surreal thing to know that he'd improved to such a large extent. No matter how many times he thought back about it, he still felt the same way. Perhaps there'd come a day where he would be comfortable with his own strength, or something along those lines.
For now, he was afraid that the power granted by the system would backfire on him or stop working someday or the other.
